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Sujātā

01 Saturday Jun 2019

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                Sujātā

                the Nairañjanā flows,
                it always flows, Sujātā
                knows the flows, she had passed there

                every day, she passed
                the Bodhisattva parched
                as a blackened tree-stump,

                and every day saw only
                the low low reach of
                the tree wide and high

                waiting for the One
                to sit under, axial
                to the universe

                and before it was even
                apparent and the need
                had yet to ask she

                had creamed the
                sweetest milk with
                bursting grains of rice

                and offered it by the
                ever-flowing river, all
                absent of design and

                plot, but ineluctable
                in both place and
                process; so few found so wise

 

from the Arya Lalita Vistara Nama Mahayana Sutra:

                “The village girl Sujātā, who has done much good in the past,
                  Continuously makes offerings, thinking: “May this guide complete his discipline!”                
                  When she hears the request of the gods, she brings milk porridge with honey;
                  She goes to the river and happily sits on the banks of the Nairañjanā.”

 

 

————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–

branches & river wormhole: Pont Neuf, Paris, 1902
Buddha wormhole: in deed
flow wormhole: transferring
passing & sitting wormhole: Landscape, Pontoise, 1875
time wormhole: Cours La Reine, Rouen, 1890

 

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… back to the outbreath

26 Sunday Apr 2015

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2009, abandonment, asking, being, breathing, child, crane, creativity, divorce, doing, ideas, inspiration, nostalgia, performance, planning, questioning, settling, sitting, tragedy

 

 

 

                                                                                                                                                the Plans
                                                                                                                                the Grand Ideas
                                                                                                                the Tragedies
                                                                                                the Inspirations
                                                                                the Nostalgia
                                                                the Counting
                                                the Creating
                                the Safeguarding
                the Performing
the Buzzzzzz

                                all giving
                                voice to the
                                child who
                                asked why
                                does it have
                                to happen to
                                us but no one
                                answered too
                                upset …
                … back to the outbreath

 

 

 

————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–

abandonment wormhole: bottom of Herbert Road to the / foot of Eglinton Hill dream
being & doing & sitting wormhole: time proceeds
breathing & creativity wormhole: Trinity Arts
child wormhole: the four whores of the apocalypse
crane wormhole: the 20th century
divorce wormhole: just words wiped across a line
settling wormhole: gently straighten

 

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    • Introduction
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    • 25th August 1981 – count Up
    • askance From Hell
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    • Bob 1995-2012
    • David Bowie Movements in Suite Major
    • Edward Hopper: Poems at an Exhibition
    • Eglinton Hill
    • FLOORBOARDS
    • Granada
    • in and out / the Avebury stones / can’t seem to get / a signal …
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    • Miller’s Batman
    • mum
    • nan
    • Portsmouth – Southsea
    • Spring Warwick breezes / over Bacharach fieldwork and boroughs with / the occasional shift and chirp of David / in the pastel-long morning of the sixties
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